Italian Day on the Drive

Felt like a homegrown sunflower singing from my deepest roots, the pain and pressure of letting long lines of roots grow deep into the earth so the flowering and seadust of sparkled grains of sand, memories and wishes would trickle upon my words, my voice, my songs for those who enter the window of my heart and rest in such power and beauty. Sang and sing for you anime che volano. I miss you, Nonna, I miss you deeply Amir.